Bell Tower
I got curious about how church bells work.
Thanks to my friends at a nearby cathedral, I managed to see this massive musical instrument, which can ring out a melody, over a great geographic distance.
I have put my excellent sketching skills to incredible use, as below.
Try to suppress your sense of admiration for my masterpiece.
Self-deprecating humour aside, I think of a sombre poem by John Donne (from the 16th Century.)
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.